What a crazy past few days it's been.
Tuesday afternoon I was on my way to work when I noticed a giant plethora of AI students mingling in front of the school. I thought maybe one of the fire alarms had gone off but it turns out there was a power outage inside of the school. Actually, the school had lost power on Sunday when there was some underground explosion. Since then, our school has been running off a gigantic generator that takes up the entire width of the sidewalk, forcing people to cross the street. I was standing outside for awhile shooting the shit with an acquaintance when my managers Jason and Sara approached me.
After about 20 minutes of standing around and watching the expressions of onlookers contort into confused glances, we reached a consensus: that the school wasn't going to be able to restore power for awhile and we might as well just go to a bar.
So that's what we did. At 12:30 in the afternoon. As I have taken an oath of no alcohol consumption, I just had some orange juice, but I did hope that Sara might get sloshed before going back into work. As it turns out, the school closed down until 5 so I got to go home early. Sweet shit.
Shortly after I arrived home I discovered that our internet service had finally been canceled (since it was under Steve's name and he isn't exactly living here anymore) so I made an appointment for Comcast to come in today with a new router...after fighting with it for about 20 minutes, making two unnecessarily long phone calls to Comcast and having to relocate my computer out in the living room to establish a wired connection, I've finally gotten it to work, but now I'm deathly afraid to put my computer back in my room in fear that the internet will turn around and kick me in the metaphorical balls.
Also, Steve finally wrote me an e-mail. Things are still pretty unclear but he didn't tell me to go fuck myself so I'll count that with my blessings. God damn I miss him.
For some reason I just remembered when I wrote a blog on here about the time I threw a half-chewed gummy at him naked and it stuck to his "Cash'n'prizes". Which is a phrase I actually stole from him and Dane Cook.
UPDATE: I was right. I got kicked in the balls for about 15 minutes straight. Finally got it working again. Piece of shit.
Tuesday afternoon I was on my way to work when I noticed a giant plethora of AI students mingling in front of the school. I thought maybe one of the fire alarms had gone off but it turns out there was a power outage inside of the school. Actually, the school had lost power on Sunday when there was some underground explosion. Since then, our school has been running off a gigantic generator that takes up the entire width of the sidewalk, forcing people to cross the street. I was standing outside for awhile shooting the shit with an acquaintance when my managers Jason and Sara approached me.
After about 20 minutes of standing around and watching the expressions of onlookers contort into confused glances, we reached a consensus: that the school wasn't going to be able to restore power for awhile and we might as well just go to a bar.
So that's what we did. At 12:30 in the afternoon. As I have taken an oath of no alcohol consumption, I just had some orange juice, but I did hope that Sara might get sloshed before going back into work. As it turns out, the school closed down until 5 so I got to go home early. Sweet shit.
Shortly after I arrived home I discovered that our internet service had finally been canceled (since it was under Steve's name and he isn't exactly living here anymore) so I made an appointment for Comcast to come in today with a new router...after fighting with it for about 20 minutes, making two unnecessarily long phone calls to Comcast and having to relocate my computer out in the living room to establish a wired connection, I've finally gotten it to work, but now I'm deathly afraid to put my computer back in my room in fear that the internet will turn around and kick me in the metaphorical balls.
Also, Steve finally wrote me an e-mail. Things are still pretty unclear but he didn't tell me to go fuck myself so I'll count that with my blessings. God damn I miss him.
For some reason I just remembered when I wrote a blog on here about the time I threw a half-chewed gummy at him naked and it stuck to his "Cash'n'prizes". Which is a phrase I actually stole from him and Dane Cook.
UPDATE: I was right. I got kicked in the balls for about 15 minutes straight. Finally got it working again. Piece of shit.
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hopefuly he'll realize he's overracting and him and his cash n prizes will come running back to you. seperately, of course. the cash n prizes have their own set of legs.